Spirit of the River
There used to run a small river
Near my house
But now what remains of it
Are blocks of concrete and bricks.
Small river
Water flowing where the wind blows
Under the shimmering waters
It's hard to notice
The spirit of the river.
A full moon rises up
Bright in the night
In the middle of the snowing night
What do you see
Flying above the dark sky?
The spirit of the river
Silver scales illuminating light
White mane sweeping steadily
A dragon flying
Across the moonlit night.